Jealousy

Part 6

Y/N POV

"Newt, you're in charge of showing Paige around," Alby demands. "Okay," a small grin appears on Newt's face, which causes my stomach to turn. Does he like Paige? For some reason that idea angers me. Newt grabs Paige's hand and runs toward the homestead, which is usually his first stop for the tours, I would know because he gave me the same one. "Ooh get it Newt," Minho smirks as we watch them run off. I glare at Minho, causing him to flash a confused look. I stomp off toward my hut, not bothering to look behind me. As I climb through the entrance, I slam the door behind me, making sure to lock it. I've never wanted to be more alone in my life, unless Newt was here with me. Why am I thinking like this? I crash onto my cot, breaking down into my pillow. Endless tears pour from my eyes, and I sob loudly. Do I have feelings for Newt? My chest pounds horribly, and I can't seem to think straight. My head is spinning, and the tears continue to stream down my cheeks. "Y/n, are you okay?" I turn to see Chuck standing by the door, worry and concern in his eyes. "I'm fine Chuck." I wipe the tears under my eyes with the base of my thumb and sit up on my cot. "No you're not. Open up." I needed someone to talk to, I didn't want to be alone anymore. I unlocked the door and let Chuck in, then sat down on my cot once more. "So? What's going on?" He sits beside me on the cot, leaving enough room between us. "You promise you won't tell anyone?" I sob. I already lost my cool before he had time to answer, and hot tears stream down my face. "I promise," he takes my hand in his and grips it tightly, giving a smile. "I-I think I like Newt." I rest my head on Chuck's shoulder, releasing my sadness through tears. "You and Thomas are dating though, right?" That's the thing I love about Chuck. He's never judge mental, and he always keeps your secrets, no matter what. "Yeah," I whisper softly. "It hurts, really bad. I don't even know when I started to feel like this. I guess just seeing him with another girl triggered these feelings." He gives a small smile before replying, and he stands from the cot. "Well, you need to tell Thomas. Then you need to tell Newt." He gives a reassuring smile, but it's not enough for me to be okay with that idea. "I-I don't know, Chuck. I can't break his heart," the words barely escape my mouth, and I hear my voice cracking. "You have to, y/n. It's the only way." I guess he was right, but I need time to make sure this is what I wanted. I'll talk to Thomas when I'm ready, which will be soon....

*TWO DAYS LATER*

I decided today was the day I would tell Thomas and Newt. I had to break it to Thomas gently, I still want to be friends. I sigh as I lay a note on Thomas's hammock, telling him to meet me in the Deadheads. Then I slowly walk toward the forest. Telling Thomas isn't what's bothering me, it's telling Newt. What if he doesn't feel the same way? I continue walking until I'm in the base of the forest, where the thickest of the elm trees grow. I slouch in front of one of the bases of the elm trees, resting my head in my palms. This is going to be so hard. I hear a crunching sound, and I lift my head from my hands. Thomas is slowly walking toward me, hands in his pockets and a smile covering his face. "You wanted me, babe?" I stand and walk towards him, having no idea where to start. "Well, I don't really know how to say this..."
"Say what?" He asks nervously. The smile disappears from his face, and he removes his hands from his pockets. "I-I like Newt," I whisper. "What?" His face grows sad, and the first tear rolls down his face slowly. "I'm so sorry Thomas," I mumble through my sobs. "I-I can't believe this." He puts his head down, and paces back and forth.